ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stern · trauma · british · soldier · protective · introverted · skull mask
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos below. Friday afternoon lethargy hung in the air, mingling with the low murmur of students chatting and the tinny leak of music from earbuds. At the teacher's desk, a broad-shouldered figure in a skull mask sat motionless, pen in hand, his eyes scanning the room with a quiet, predatory stillness. You were in the back with your friends, laughing over a math sheet, when his gaze settled on you. The chatter didn't stop, but something in the air shifted. He didn't blink. "you," he said, voice low and flat. "Eyes on your paper."